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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A57500	Rome rhym'd to death being a collection of choice poems, in two parts / written by the E. of R., Dr. Wild, and others of the best modern wits.	Rochester, John Wilmot, Earl of, 1647-1680.; Wild, Robert, 1609-1679.	1683 (1683)	Wing R1758; ESTC R16454	52,573	136

World Where Conscience stands and stares them in the face Shewing a Table of Eternal Brass In which in noted Characters are wrot Their whole lifes crimes which living they forgot With Conscience these have an Eternal strife And Curse the vain delusive Dreams of Life With torment now their crimes read o're and o're And waking see they did but Dream before Too late and than too late what Plague is worse They see their folly and themselves they Curse They Curse themselves because they did believe And doubtly Curse those who did them deceive When to the fatal Scaffold I was brought I said and did what I was bid and laught Tho' Conscience said I did not what I ought Stoutly the Guilt as I was bid deny'd And for the Cause I Rome's great Martyr dy'd I that Religion then esteemed good And gladly would have seal'd it with my Blood Because I then no better understood Let not the World to vain delusions flye I did for Treason not Religion dye Tho' on the Scaffold I would not confess My Ghost alas too late can do no less Let all Complotters warning take by me The World we may delude but God doth see Tho' what we did should never come to light It can't be hid from the Almighty's sight Give God the Glory and confess your Crime Confess your horrid Treason while you 've time Publick Confession shews you do Repent And is the best way to grow Innocent I see too late I have been led astray And by Error far from Truth was led away For that Religion never can be good That would erect it self by Humane Blood I pin'd my self upon anothers sleeve And blindly I did as the Church believe What my delusive Guides did bid me do That I believ'd was Holy Just and True With Zeal I acted and hop'd for Applause Of Men and Heaven in so good a Cause But Oh! I sigh and now my Airy Ghost Shivers to think what Blessings I have lost The broadway to Destruction then I took And Vertues Road my blinded Zeal mistook But you my Friends who yet are left behind Now to your selves and to your Souls be kind Open her Eyes and be no longer blind Pry my sad End do you your Errors find Confess your Crimes before it be too late Confess confess before you yield to Fate Before from Life and from the World you go Before that you descend to Shades below Before your Souls taste of Eternal Woe Truth cannot Dye it stronger is than Death Remains when Mortals have resign'd their breath To amazed Souls with Conscience she appears To aggravate and to encrease their fears Confess her while you live though drawn to Sin Repentance with Confession doth begin Believe no longer that accursed Brood Who on the Necks of Kings have proudly trod Nor him who thinks himself an Earthly God Those Hectoring Jesuits who so Zealous be Who think to Rule the World by Policy Who to the Gallows seem with joy to come To be the Martyrs and the Raints of Rome When Life is fled and they are gon from hence In tumbling down are waked into Sense Where all amaz'd and wondring where they 've bin They howl and cry and wish to Dye agin Beware I say be fool'd no longer here For Rhadamanthus is a Judge severe Hark! I am call'd I must descend below But let me Prophesie before I go See the bright Star● which o're your Heads doth shine I can as well as Gadbury Divine What the bright stream of Radient Light doth mean Which every Night so frequently is seen Hear me O Rome though in your Cause I dy'd Nigh is the setting of your Pomp and Pride That Star doth shew that day is near at hand That Rome no longer shall the world command And many Years it hath not now to stand By that bright stream which still points to the East The Everlasting Gospel's Light 's exprest Which just is breaking forth and doth bespeak That its most Glorious Day 's about to break When Peace and Truth and Righteousness shall stand Everlasting Pillars set in every Land And Christ in Power alone the world command Then shall the world shine with Eternal Glory And Perhaps may then leave PVRGATORY The Ghosts of Edward Fitz Harris and Oliver Plunket who were Executed at Tyburn for High Treason c. Fitz Harirs I Groan and Languish to Relate My Countries present Case and State Which now lies under pressures great I have been in my time a Thing That would have done ought 'gainst the King Whereby I Popery in might bring I Boggled not Shams to devise Whereby to charge upon with Lies The Presbyterians Plotting Guise Tho' they in Truth for ought I knew Had naught under design or view But what was Loyal Just and True In order this Sham-Plot to vent I a damn'd Libell did invent 'gainst both the King and Government Plunket Tush Fellow Martyr Tush I say You do what misbecomes your way Rome's Plottings if you do betray For what Man ever think you got A Pardon for being in the Plot That to the last deny'd it not Or ever heard you was there one That was o' th Roman Church a Son But went on as he had begun D' ye think you ever sav'd shall be If you retract not what you say And Holy Church don't justifie I as a Priest pronounce you damn'd You shall be into Hell now Cram'd If you persist in things forenam'd And there in endless Torments lye Whilst all our Rogueries I deny And thereby into Heaven fly Fitz. If Heaven Sir you think to win By persevering in known Sin You will I doubt fall into th' Gin. For if one Crime that unrepented Be damnable how you 've prevented Your Fate I know not but contented Am that you should a Papist dye And so by telling many a lye To Heav'n reach but I Poor I Will make a free and true discov'ry Of what I know at large or by Of this vile Plot which I decry ●ost Heartily confessing that 〈◊〉 truly sorry am for what ●●ve done t' advance the Romish Plot. ●or now at last I plainly see ●omes Religion's damn'd Heresie ●ept up and carryed on by Cursed Cruelty ●or else how comes it pray about Our Friends to 'th Cause have been so stout Toth ' very last to brave it out 〈◊〉 wonder how you durst presume God's Sacred Name in Mouth t'assume To justifie your Lyes and Rome And thereby weakly to keep up The Credit of your damn'd Pope Tho 't cost you Hell for 't and a Rope I do confess I justly dye For serving you and Popery In Villanies I Blush to say My Judges freely I forgive Being one no way deserv'd to Live No nor the grace of a Reprieve 'T was favour great indeed I think For th' King to give me on the brink Of my sad Fate time e're I sink Wherein I reconcil'd might be To the enraged Diety For Crimes against His Majesty And might my Countries danger tell And

what had surely it befell Viz. All Protestants that therein dwell Oh! that this time allotted me Whereon depends my Eternity May tend to extirpate Popery May I therein do all such things As may Attone the King of Kings Which is the thing true comfort brings And likewise warn poor England yet In this dark day e're it be too late To avoid both French and Popish State And may it as one Man oppose It self to Ruin by its Foes And strive to save it self from Threat and Woes May now my Soul lie down in Peace And ne're hereafter may it cease To praise the God of Infinite Grace Pl. What long Harangues Sir have you mad● You 've made me by 'em quite afraid To Persevere in what I said I do confess likewise that I Concern'd was much i' th Villany For which I am Condemn'd to Die And that from Popish Treachery England was like Reduc'd to be To French and Romish Tyranny But this I always took for Truth That what comes out o' th' Churches Mouth Is Oracle from North to South And when I knew the Church had given Power to go on with the Old Leaven I thought it surely come from Heaven But now I doubt I was mistaken And fear Rome Babel will be shaken If England throughly awaken I am in Truth in doubt we shall E're long receive a lasting fall Ne're more to vex the World at all And though I Dye o' th' Church of Rome Yet I believe those things will come Upon her which will be the Final Doom Fitz. Sir If you do these things Believe Your self you wretchedly deceive If that you quickly don 't receive The Protestants Religion 's good Which I almost Conform to cou'd But for my having sought their Blood Pl. If then Sir you are not convinced Which is the Right pray do not mince it But leave to Time for to evince it And let us hearttly both joyn And in our Prayers now combine I' th' words of the ensuing Line Both. May God long Bless the King we Pray And all Plots 'gainst him still bewray Popish and Factious and let all Men lay Amen The Answer of Coleman's Ghost to H. N's POETICK OFFERING Rise Nevil Rise and do not punish me With the vain sight of your Idolatry You may with equal Reason call upon The good Saint I●arus or Phaeton Who do the Sacred Name deserve as far As some who blush in Roman Kalendar With like Ambition I design'd to know No other Triumphs but of things below And rather labour'd how there might be given French Crowns postponing all the Crowns of Heaven Favour'd in this because kind Heaven declines My high Intr●gues and baffles my Designs None with more covetous Zeal pursu'd our Cause Or fell a more due Sacrifice to Laws In that sad day when strangled Life expir'd And the just flames my bloody Limbs requir'd Whilst my hot Soul in hasty flight retires From Tyburns only Purgatory Fires Immortal shapes crowd on in Troops to view My Plotting Soul and stopt me as I flew Such Spirits who Incarnate ever mov'd In their By-Paths and never quiet lov'd The Cunning Machiavel drew near and fear'd Screek't a● the sight of me and disappeard Shewing how weak all human Plots are laid Where Hopes and Souls have always been betray'd Scylla and Marius wondring at our Crimes Pityed the near misfortune of our times Sigh'd at those streams of blood which were to run And curst our Tables of Proscription Fierce Cataline our Villany decry'd To whom the bold Cethegus soon reply'd How New Rome imitates and yet exceeds In dire Conspiracies our puny deeds Great Caesars Ghost with Envy lookt on me That for Romes sake I aim'd at more than he To Conquer all the Isles of Britanny Yet blam'd the Cruelties which were to come From that Dictator which now reigns at Rome Spiritual Dictator who more controuls Than he and claps his Fetters on our Souls He told me old Romes Walls had longer stood If Romulus had spar'd his Brothers blood And that Romes happiness grew always worse When it resembled the fierce Wolf its Nurse Ah my good Friend how clearly do I find In this new State the faults of human kind Nothing procures so high a place above As Universal Charity and Love Infus'd and manag'd by the Heavenly Dove Heav'n is quiet Kingdom which we call Your injur'd Scriptures true Original There no false Comments on the Text appear Nor must Trents Swurio●s Council dom●●eer Sometime with me dear Nevel you must grant The Church Triumphant to be Protestant If against them on Earth Romes Malice thrives 'T is not Romes Cause prevails but their ill Lives So Babylon of old vext Israel And wicked Men raise Enemies from Hell As once on Earth I did your good attend So now for Love I am your Ghostly Friend Let your Soul hate all bloody ways and things To subvert States and Laws to murther Kings Or you are sure to equal my disgrace And without Mercy you may name your place A Dialogue between the POPE and the TURK Concerning the Propagation of the Catholick Faith POPE HAil mighty Monarch by whose aid I hope I shall subdue And for the future make afraid The whole Heretical Crew You will both wise and grateful prove While you with me combine Who always have shew'd you my love And now your good design TVRK What mean these ambiguities With which to me you come Is th' Oracle of doubtful lies From Delphos gone to Rome Your kindness I ne're understood Whatever you pretend To him to whom you ne'er did good How can you be a Friend POPE Ungrateful Man do you forget How I did once betray The Grecian-Empire which as yet Your Scepter doth obey I did the Greeks to Florence call And kept them there with me And you were Master made of all Before we could agree TVRK This manifests your wickedness And makes your cause yet worse I see no reason you to bless Though Greece hath cause to Curse You prove your Treachery indeed But not your love to me You 'd ne're have helpt me in my need If they 'd submitted t' ee POPE I think I stood your Friend good Sir When Iames did aspire I both did keep him Prisoner And poyson'd him for hire Then against France 't was I did send For your victorious Arms With promise that I would defend Your Kingdoms from all harms TVRK Two Hundred Thousand Florens when You did my Brother's work You had The Benefactor then Was not the Pope but Turk 'T is true me once you did invite Your int'rest to advance Not cause you lov'd me but for spite Against the King of France POPE Though still Ingratitude you pay For kindnesses good store If you 'l be rul'd I 'le on you lay One obligation more I 'le raise your Empire yet so high That you shall straitway yield That I pull down and only I Do Monarchies rebuild TVRK For all your talk I still do fear That while you make a

long they 'l Petition Caesar to resign For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain 3. These are the Lads that fight the Pope's Cause And all resolved like pious good men To hang by nothing but the Right Line and Laws If the Pope and his Crew return not again Bristol's Tears and England's Woes With Scotland's Groans do tell us plain They will not take the Oaths they impose For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain 4. These are the Babes that wou'd shirk off the Plot And under the Name of the Churches true Sons Swear Lye and Sham to have it forgot But a Pox take the Fops they talk not to Nuns They 'll swear but who'll be thus deceiv'd That Godfrey murder'd himself 't is plain But the Devil on 't is they can't be believ'd Because the Tory's a Rogue in Grain 5. But hark sure I hear the noise of a Feast Mars and his Sons with a glorious Show The thing 's very true though I took it for a Jeast But here pray observe how they march'd from Bow O! the vast number and well accourt'd too These Bonny-boys with their glistering Train But yet the hir'd Feathers and Fagot Merchants knew That Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain 6. The board being spread with store of Flesh and Fish The Fat Kid Wine and other things besides The French Mode observ'd to garnish every Dish And each course serv'd up with Crucifix and Bread Oaths Rot the Whiggs with Huzza's flew about But Slavery and Oppressions there lay the main And all to please the Image of the Rout For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain 7. Many fine Shows and other pleasant Games Were offer'd after all to please Spectators Eyes The chiefest of which was Londons fatal Flames May curses still attend those that mischief devise These are the Saints that plead Common-Good Our Persons to secure but their Intent is plain To Crown us with Slavery and Christen us in blood For Tory will still be a Rogue in Grain 8. God save the KING and the true Royal Iames Monmouths Duke and Tony Englands Friend And all the honest Souls tho' I omit their Names May Mischief in earnest their Enemies attend But for those Rogues that truths do oppose And for Romes Cause have play'd their Shams in vain Let Shame and Confusion be Plagues to all those That are such Tories and Rogues in Grain The INFORMERS LECTURE To His Sons Instructing them in the Mysteries of that Religion COme children come and learn your Fathers trade Though all else fail here 's good advantage made Come come away and learn my precepts all They 'l make you rich you 'l get the Devil and all Your very breath shall do 't my art is such No Lawyer with his Tongue gets half so much Time ●'re till now did open such a door To wealth to those who had spent all before No trade like this no gains can clearer be There 's none have to glory more then we The gainfull'st trade comes short the richest ●ails Merchants themselves may here to us strike Sails The nimble Cut-purse always works in fears He ventures Neck and all we but our Ears The Souldier ventures hard for Spoils and so Gets them by force we don't strike a blow The High way men oft meet with many a Prey And yet we drive a richer trade then they For Jugler-like we need not bid them stand Blow but a blast our Money 's in our hand The Paritor though he be near of kin In such a way of trading ne're has bin The pilfering Thief 's in danger of the Stocks And Curtizans and Whores may fear the Pox This marres their Markets makes them work in fear But in our Calling no such dangers are We need not fear no dangers in our Eye At least if we can scape the Pillory And truly this we need not fear a jot Hundreds that have deserv'd it have it not And if we had for all their Mocks and Jears For twenty pound who would not loose his Ears We neither Preach nor Pray we take no pains Preaching and Praying bravely us maintains They preach and pray we swear yet who gets more We thrive by swearing preaching makes them poor We sail with tide against the stream they row Swearing's the All-a-mode in fashion now Why should we labour will not Swearing do That gets both Money and preferment too Some Swearers formerly did Money give And yet it is by Swearing that we Live And Perjury's but a small fault what more And better too than we have been forswore And what a Crime is this is this so bad 'T is but turn Papist Pardons may be had Whoever then is poor may thank himself Never did Mortals easier get their Wealth Learn lustily to swear to damn and rant And then my Life for yours you 'l never want Though swear you must all swearing will not serve Many that swear and curse yet want and starve There is an Art in 't all Men do not know And this I 'le now to you my Children show Take my directions and you need not fear I 'le shew you how and when and what to swear Mark when you swear be sure to swear for gain 'T is those that swear for nought that swear in vain Be sure Inform do this without dispute But yet don't meddle with forbidden Fruit Observe your Friends strive not against the tide Oppose not those that are o' th rising side Church men in pow'r what e're be their Offence Meddle not with we will with them dispence For this should be the greatest of your care To know for whom and against whom you swear For if you should reform all things amiss It would undo you meddle not with this A thousand Oaths you hear and many a Lye Meddle not yet you 've better Fish to frye For swearing whoring drinking overmuch Are genteel sins and these you must not touch 'T is not the Mark at which you ought to aim You 're Hunts-men mind not then so low a Game Though Papists Atheists God and Christ blaspheme If you Inform you 'l sail against the stream The Pocky-nose and the red-pimpled Face Are not the Persons that you have in chase These little Sins are not worth reforming Will never bring a penny for Informing Fanaticks faults are of a deeper dye And therefore mind these well for so do I Mind therefore their Offences yet not all But chiefly that they do their Duty call Praying and Preaching these are worse by far Than swearing whoring or blaspheming are For men may swear unto their dying day Before they be compell'd a Groat to pay Fanatick Preaching though ne're so precise Is more infectious far than Swearing is Adultery no doubt Fanaticks love it And are as bad as we if we co●ld prove it The mischief is they sin as bad no doubt In secret but the Devil brings ours out If you should find them guilty for your pains Shame them enough but this